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... falsest twoo , And fittest for to forge true - seeming lyes ; The one of them he gave a message too , The other by him selfe staide other worke to doo . 320 325 330 335 340 XXXIX He making speedy way through spersed ayre , And CANTO I 25.
... falsest twoo , And fittest for to forge true - seeming lyes ; The one of them he gave a message too , The other by him selfe staide other worke to doo . 320 325 330 335 340 XXXIX He making speedy way through spersed ayre , And CANTO I 25.
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... seeming to mistrust Some secret ill , or hidden foe of his : Lo there before his face his Lady is , Under blake stole hyding her bayted hooke ; And as halfe blushing offred him to kis , With gentle blandishment and lovely looke , Most ...
... seeming to mistrust Some secret ill , or hidden foe of his : Lo there before his face his Lady is , Under blake stole hyding her bayted hooke ; And as halfe blushing offred him to kis , With gentle blandishment and lovely looke , Most ...
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... seeming body of the subtile aire , Like a young Squire , in loves and lustybed His wanton dayes that ever loosely led , Without regard of armes and dreaded fight : Those two he tooke , and in a secret bed , Coverd with darknesse and ...
... seeming body of the subtile aire , Like a young Squire , in loves and lustybed His wanton dayes that ever loosely led , Without regard of armes and dreaded fight : Those two he tooke , and in a secret bed , Coverd with darknesse and ...
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... seeming wise , As ever Proteus ° to himselfe could make : Sometime a fowle , sometime a fish in lake , Now like a foxe , now like a dragon fell , That of himselfe he ofte for feare would quake , And oft would flie away . O who can tell ...
... seeming wise , As ever Proteus ° to himselfe could make : Sometime a fowle , sometime a fish in lake , Now like a foxe , now like a dragon fell , That of himselfe he ofte for feare would quake , And oft would flie away . O who can tell ...
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... seeming glorious show , Did much emmove his stout heroicke heart , And said , Deare dame , your suddin overthrow Much rueth me ; but now put feare apart , And tell , both who ye be , and who that tooke your part XXII Melting in teares ...
... seeming glorious show , Did much emmove his stout heroicke heart , And said , Deare dame , your suddin overthrow Much rueth me ; but now put feare apart , And tell , both who ye be , and who that tooke your part XXII Melting in teares ...
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Page 13 - A GENTLE Knight was pricking on the plaine, Ycladd in mightie armes and silver shielde, Wherein old dints of deepe woundes did remaine, The cruell markes of many a bloody fielde ; Yet armes till that time did he never wield : His angry steede did chide his foming bitt, As much disdayning to the curbe to yield : Full jolly knight he seemd, and faire did sitt, As one for knightly giusts and fierce encounters fitt.
Page 26 - And, more, to lulle him in his slumber soft, . / A trickling streame from high rock tumbling downe, And ever-drizling raine upon the loft, Mixt with a murmuring winde, much like the sowne Of swarming bees, did cast him in a swowne : No other noyse, nor peoples troublous cryes, As still are wont t" annoy the walled towne, Might there be heard : but carelesse Quiet lyes, Wrapt in eternall silence farre from enimyes.
Page 50 - his princely puissance doth abate, And mightie proud to humble weake does yield, Forgetfull of the hungry rage, which late Him prickt, in pittie of my sad estate : — But he, my lyon, and my noble lord, . How does he find in cruell hart to hate Her, that him lovd, and ever most adord As the god of my life ? why hath he me abhord...
Page 81 - The noble hart, that harbours vertuous thought, And is with child of glorious great intent, Can never rest, untill it forth have brought Th'eternall brood of glorie excellent...
Page xx - The generall end therefore of all the booke is to fashion a gentleman or noble person in vertuous and gentle discipline...
Page 26 - Whose double gates he findeth locked fast, The one faire fram'd of burnisht Yvory, The other all with silver overcast; And wakeful dogges before them farre doe lye, Watching to banish Care their enimy, Who oft is wont to trouble gentle Sleepe. By them the Sprite doth passe in quietly, And unto Morpheus comes, whom drowned deepe In drowsie fit he findes : of nothing he takes keepe.
Page 14 - A lovely ladie rode him faire beside, Upon a lowly asse more white then snow, Yet she much whiter, but the same did hide Under a vele, that wimpled was full low, And over all a blacke stole she did throw, As one that inly mournd...
Page 16 - At last resolving forward still to fare Till that some end they finde, or in or out, That path they take that beaten seemd most bare, And like to lead the labyrinth about...
Page 26 - He, making speedy way through spersed ayre, And through the world of waters wide and deepe, To Morpheus house doth hastily repaire. Amid the bowels of the earth full steepe, And low, where dawning day doth never peepe, His dwelling is; there Tethys his wet bed Doth ever wash, and Cynthia still doth steepe In silver deaw his ever-drouping hed, Whiles sad Night over him her mantle black doth spred.
Page 14 - So pure and innocent, as that same lambe, She was in life and every vertuous lore...